Close Behind – Calexico – letras

High atop radio towerssky darkens in the final hoursmarie, wrings her praying handsdon’t see why the spirit won’t understandwhile lines are crossedhope’s broken at the kneesand at a lossthe world’s made of dustand dust it will returnsniper surveys the sceneangel chorus won’t intervenetakes her child to the river’s edgeand let’s her-go to the depthswhere dark waters flowa singing tidepulls her to the edge and hypnotizesamn any fool willing to believethere’s no hand behind any of thiswhat’s it gonna take, force the cycle to breakand skut it down before it makes another roundsworn in on an oath the liesswat away a halo of fliesfast track vision deceivesthe storm on the horizonclose behind